Easter was North Scotland for me. I went to stay with my Uncle and Aunt and escape the hordes in Southern England. Little do they know how good Scotland is, and it can stay that way too.Not much time to taste the local whiskeys though (and there are plenty of distilleries in the Highlands) as it was fishing fishing fishing. A man can't ask for much more. Except maybe to actually catch a fish - and that I did!
Still a little early in the season for the salmon, and the river was a little low so not that many fish coming up the river yet but that shouldn't stop anyone. It wasn't stopping me.
I jumped up and down like a little kid when this beautiful fish charged out and swallowed my fly. I was so excited I almost joined it swimming around in the river. This was going to give me a lifetime of glory to tell the grandkids about.
Lovely fish it was too, although a kelt (spawned fish) so no good to eat and back it went to live again.
April in Scotland is just the tops. All the spring flowers were out and the leaves where sprouting on the trees. Still lots of light at 9:30ish at night and at the summer solstice it hardly gets dark. How good is that!
